[It's been a while, Paradisa, but there is a light-blue space marine patrolling the halls again. Just breaking 7' with her full suit on, her right arm a robotic prosthetic that moves as fluidly as if it were flesh and blood, she can be found making her way about the interior of the castle, reading all of the nameplates and look for anyone familiar. She dictates into the journal as she does, in her thick Israeli accent]

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[Two years? She goes quiet as she lets that sink in. She could see the physical changes on the castle and had noticed the distinct lack of residents. She takes a breath and steals herself for an unpleasant answer.]

Action!

Copy that. [She snaps the journal shut and makes her way to the third floor. It's starting to settle in and it's eerie, how things have changed. What else was in store? She couldn't find out fast enough.]

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Oh, there's nothing wrong with curiosity. [If there was, Kat would be in big trouble. Not that her own curiosity didn't get her in enough trouble as it was.] I would just prefer knowing if I'm a lab rat in someone else's data study.